"I Don't Really Care" lyrics
"I Don't Really Care"
(feat. Trey Songz)
[Trey Songz:]
Throwin' money in the air like I don't really care
And I'm standin' on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Waka Flocka, I keep them bad bitches yellin' it
Thugged out, rich as hell plus I'm throwin' dick
Drunk as shit
Everywhere I go I'm yellin' "Bricksquad Monopoly" loud as shit
Throwin' money in the air, fuck it I don't care
50 for the earrings, that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass, two bands for my underwear
Foreign cars, foreign broads, baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne, independence day
I ain't really want your number, your friend look better anyway
[Trey Songz:]
Throwin' money in the air like I don't really care
And I'm standin' on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
Gotta stop, hold up, too much money to fold up
Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I'm swaggin' on the sofa?
I be so reckless, spend a hundred thou' on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze, polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there, nigga, I ain't never scared
Throwin' money in the air like I don't really care
And I'm standin' on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
I see them haters watchin', fuck it, let 'em hate
Mean mug 'em back, yellin' out "I'm gettin' cake"
I see them haters watchin', fuck it, let 'em hate
Mean mug 'em back, yellin' out "I'm gettin' cake
10 thousand worth of ones on the way
He ain't playin' with you, a check little mama he just flexing
She came with you, she left with me, uh, interception
He sayin' he gon' kill me when he catch me but, I don't really care
[Trey Songz:]
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
Throwin' money in the air like I don't really care
And I'm standin' on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care
Writer(s): Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Troy C. Taylor, Juaquin Malphurs, Aaron Jac Quar Smith, Adam Christopher Crask
- AZLyrics
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- Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
album:
"Triple F Life: Friends, Fans And Family" (2012)
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